Prologue: Adventus Messor

A poem from the short collection: From Seed To Soil.

Darkness.

In memory.

Alone I lie upon a bed.

I question is this really me,
Or visions living in my head?

I see a shadow moving close,
It feels not real, but something lost.

A glimpse of coming history?
or minions from my torrid past?

Care not, care not. For what am I?
A soulless tomb or spirit free?

Above, the ceiling stares from high,
I drift, aside a memory.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 25th January 2011